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siobhanmarie

  • Without Thought.

    Satin sheen,softened green gleaming,rumpled, with the hours.I lay here still,and watch the sun’s patternsdancing,on the window sill;A distraction.Must keep from thinking,becoming absorbed again.‘L

    • Poetry
    • Dramatic
    1 min read
  • Without Thought.

    Satin sheen,Soft green, gleaming,Rumpled from the hoursI lay here, still,And watch the sunlight's patterns,Dancing,On the window sill;A distraction.Must keep from thinking,Becoming absorbed again.‘L

    • Poetry
    • Dramatic
    1 min read


There is nothing more radical or counter-cultural, at the moment, than laying down one’s cynicism in favour of tender vulnerability.
— John Green